Despite your homeland suffering greatly from the First Great War, you had a peaceful and balanced childhood with both of your parents and many siblings. The northern capital Oldegård was rebuilding their destroyed cities, when news about hostilities in the eastern Europa were broadcasted on the radio. It sounded like the beginning of another worldwide war... You were still too young to take part in defending your borders so you had to figure out an alternate way to help out your homefront. You had a knack for mechanics and electronics, so ultimately it came down to those two lines of studies...

• Learn electronics

  You learned Short circuit!
• Learn mechanics

  You learned Wrench toss!

Because you were the eldest child, you had a natural habit of taking care of those around you. Many of your close relatives marched to battle and nothing could've gotten you more frustrated than your inability to help people more directly. You had already matured to adulthood, but because of your expertise in engineering, your role on the homefront was more important than what you could've achieved on the battlefield. The homefront was in disorder too. Someone had to step up and cover the all the missing men now dying far away on some remote battlefields. Your broad shoulders could carry the burden and the increasing work load. They had to, because if not you, then who? During one particularly stormy night, while you were returning home after your twelve hour day, you ran into a foreign man on a rain soaked alleyway... The man noticed you and desperately tried to run for it only to collapse after weakly ten meters or so. The man had been shot to the belly. Upon searching his possessions, you found his documents that said he was from the Kingdom of Rondon, an allied country of Oldegård's. You thought about what to do for a moment and then...

• Reported the man to officials.

  You reported the man to the officials of Oldegård. Apparently he had just recently travelled from the Eastern Union to Oldegård and was suspected for espionage. There was even a bounty on his head. You got 10 Shillings for finding him. One of the shillings ended up being a Lucky coin! Lucky you! Something bothered you about the case and you returned to the alley where you first found the man. Upon thoroughly searching the alleyway, you found a suitcase full of top secret documents stolen from the Eastern Union. On his memo, the man had written down an address that pointed to the Kingdom of Rondon. The documents didn't look like those of an Eastern Union spy. They looked the exact opposite in fact. You decided to take the papers to Rondon by yourself.
• Took the man back home and treated his wounds.

  The man stayed unconscious for a week, but slowly recovered thanks to your attentive mending. As days went by, he saw your eagerness to help and frustation towards the war. He then revealed his business in Oldegård. He was part of an underground resistance organization called "Nameless Liberty Underground", NLU in short. The organization had been brewing hidden from watching eyes since the dawn of the first Great War. NLU worked across Europa trying to subdue the advancement of both Bremen Empire and Eastern Union. The man had important documents that needed to be taken to Kingdom of Rondon as soon as possible. Because he couldn't obviously take them there himself, he asked if you could take his role. You had been hoping for a chance to work on something bigger and this opportunity seemed to be just that. You packed your bags and set out. As a thanks for his rescue, the man gave you his Officer sword.

You travelled through Europa all the way to Kingdom of Rondon. You found the meeting point described by the man and made contact with his colleagues.

If reported the man:

It turned out that the man was part of an underground resistance organization called "Nameless Liberty Underground", NLU in short. The organization had been brewing hidden from watching eyes since the dawn of the first Great War. NLU worked across Europa trying to subdue the advancement of both Bremen Empire and Eastern Union.

After talking briefly about the current situation in the eastern Europa, you were asked to join the organization. They were running low on members and your expertise would surely come handy. You were lead to their headquarters and you got to choose how you'd offer your help...

• Help with creating weapons.

  You learned Weaponcraft!
• Help with creating traps.

  You learned Trapcraft!

NLU had spies everywhere in Europa and beyond. Combining various information snippets gathered from across the continent you were able to unravel parts of a larger scheme... The Eastern Union had been working on something malevolent and ill-boding in the country of Bohemia and it seemed like Bremen wanted to get their hand on this project. Your deductions got a lot more weight when you heard that Bremen army finally occupied Bohemia. NLU sent some of their members immediately to the capital of Bohemia, Prehevil, but you quickly lost contact to them. The organization decided to wait and see if their members would surface, but you couldn't just sit back and hope for the best. You decided to take the first train towards Prehevil and find out what was going on. You were told that if you needed support in your mission you'd recognize the leader of the Bohemian branch of NLU from her red shoes. With this little information about the task at hand, how did you prepare for the trip?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Stock up on spare parts

  You managed to find 2 Bolts, 2 Duct tape, 2 Pressure plates and 3 Scrap Metal!
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!

You've felt tense since the moment you embarked on this journey. Every night you'd see nightmares of the horrors that would wait you in Prehevil... Are they just dreams? You can't help but feel that there is more to the dreams than mere logic would dictate.

You couldn't sleep after what you had witnessed in Prehevil. You knew too much about the universe and what horrors it hid in the darkness of the night. The endless void above the sky taunted you. It laughed at you. You had finally realized how miniscule humans truly were in the grand scheme of things. Your insomnia almost drew you insane. But you had always been one to look for answers and solutions. Surely there was an answer to be found here too. The moon had paid you a visit and gazed at you for a brief second. To ask for answers, you'd need to pay the Moon God a visit too. You took high positions in fields that studied space technology. Over the years things started to advance and only after a decade you were already getting ready to launch people to the moon. You'd get an audience with the moon soon. Not with ancient rituals or occult, but thanks to technology and human wit.

Since you were a toddler, you had been travelling around the Europa with your parents. Your parents were devout followers of the older god of fertility and creation, Sylvian. Because of the nature of Sylvian's cult, in each new town you'd witness your parents putting on their rabbit masks and heading to the meadows naked with all the other cult members. You hated this life. Your parents would be more concerned on the matters of religion than you. To make it worse, they even tried to pass on the healing gift of Sylvian to you. From very early on you learned that no gift comes without a price. With Sylvian's "gift of healing" you saw how the mental state of your parents deteriorated over time. They spent longer and longer times on the meadows. Until one day they never returned... You were 13 years of age and alone in the Kingdom of Rondon. You had to do something for living...

• Try to find honest work

  A butler of a local aristocrat took you under his wing as an apprentice. You started working for the Baron Eihner Von Dutch. You learned good manners, grew to appreciate fine arts and other perks that high class living brought along. Over time you got better acquainted with the daughter of the house. Her name was Elise. She would be endlessly amused by your childhood stories and all the madness your past cult life brought with it. The baron himself learned of you upbringing as well and was fascinated by Sylvian and her healing properties. The baron used to work as a doctor and he had very different concepts for healing and mending wounds. He taught you about the modern medical practices in exchange for your knowledge on the older god Sylvian. To be honest, his thirst for otherwordly knowledge felt a little bit obsessive even. He taught you how you cannot cure any symptoms without giving something in return. To heal, something of equal value must be lost.

  Memorize this very line
  You learned Medicinal and the mandatory skill of Organ Harvest that comes along with it. The most imporatnt thing learned is that you trade your life, your self in the practice of medicine. That is the price to save lives of others.
  Continue with the studies to learn more
  You learned Analyze! The most imporatnt thing learned is that you trade your life, your self in the practice of medicine. That is the price to save lives of others.
• Try to become a pickpocket

  You didn't have any natural talent as a pickpocket per se and the underworld of Rondon was very rough on you... You weren't cut out to be a street thug, so you had to rely on the only skills you had for the money... The healing gift of Sylvian. You ended up starting a street praction of medical care where you'd heal people of all social classes. You soon became surprisingly adept with the healing gift of Sylvian. You learned Loving whispers and your affinity with Sylvian grew! One day the local doctor and aristocrat, Baron Eihner Von Dutch came to your dirty office out of curiosity. He wasn't familiar with the Sylvian's teachings. The modern medical care worked with very different concepts and methods where magic certainly wasn't included in the curriculum. Nevertheless, the baron was fascinated by your otherwordly means of healing and was impressed by the results. He made a proposition to you that you simply couldn't turn down. He offered to take you in as his apprentice and in return he only asked to learn more about Sylvian and other older gods. You agreed and moved in to his huge manor. The first one to welcome you was the daughter of the baron, Elise Von Dutch. Something inside you changed that very moment as the two of you locked eyes.

As time went on, you became an item with Elise. Everything fell into place very naturally and even the baron gave you his blessing despite your background being anything but noble. For the first time in your life, everything felt just right. But this wouldn't last for long as something terrible had been brewing in the Eastern Europa for a good while. The conflict between the Eastern Union and the Bremen Empire had dragged many neighbouring countries to take part in the hostilities and the Kingdom of Rondon was no exception. The kingdom was enlisting all able-bodied men to the frontlines and you had no choice but to pack your bags and join the Great War. Because of your knowledge in medicine, you were given an option to join the army as a medic or pick up a gun and join as an infantry trooper.

• Join as a medic

  You were given a Scalpel, a Light blue vial and Pep pills
• Join the infantry

  You were given a Lugr Pistol and 5 9mm Bullets

The war was cruel and inhumane. You had to take part in countless things better left unspoken.The only thing that kept you going was the thought of your new family waiting for you back home. Every night you'd read letters from home and fall asleep to a photograph of Elise. One day the letters ended. It was natural for letters to get lost in all the chaos, but you couldn't help your ominous feelings... So when the Kingdom of Rondon finally withdrew from the war, you rushed straight back home as fast as possible... The manor of Von Dutch was lifeless and dark on that gloomy day. You stormed through the countless rooms, but couldn't find a soul in sight. That was until you found the basement door partly open. In the darkness below you could only tell apart the silhouette of a person who had died standing in the middle of swirling ritual circles. The person was Eihner Von Dutch himself. He had died on the spot from what seemed like self-inflicted wounds and cuts. Each corner of the basement had sacrificial gifts to an old god unknown to you. Your heart sank as you recognized just who was the main sacrifice of this maddening rite. You tried to save Elise with any means necessary. You tried to exchange vital parts of yourself for the life of her, but that didn't work. You tried unspeakable methods for days, but it was all in vain. She was too far gone. Occult had completely swallowed the baron while you were away and you could only guess what he had tried to accomplish with this unholy ritual. Upon searching through baron's documents you noticed a certain place mentioned frequently time and time again. A town called Prehevil in the country of Bohemia. The place had something to do with the beliefs of the baron and maybe there you'd find at least some sense to this madness. It wouldn't bring back your old life, but frankly, you had nothing else going for you anymore. Only this small clue on what took everything away from you. Answers... That was enough of a reason to get you back on the road. How did you prepare for your trip?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue vials and a Cloth fragment!
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!
• Stock up on alcohol

  You managed to find 2 bottles of Beer and a bottle of Vodka!

It's been a long and mentally taxing travel to this point... You hope that whatever you find from this small town could give at least some closure to your sorrow...

Well that solved nothing. All this and you were still none the wiser. Mystic deities, unknown gods, unholy rituals... Nuggest of information... Were the answers buried somewhere amongst all this madness? Would the answers even matter anymore? If the baron von Dutch had dirtied his hands with blood, then you have reveled in bloodbath in comparison to get where you are now. You hear the heavy footsteps of that wicked cat. He knows what you've done. In Prehevil and before. The cat is circling around you in the darkness. Just beyond your line of sight. Maybe you should just take his offer? What else do you got going for you? Nothing. Thats right. It's peculiar, isn't it old sport? The life that is.

You were always a curious child. Your elder siblings and your nanny had to keep you out of the harm's way to the best of their abilities. Just a moment's lapse in their vigilance and you'd be running behind a corner for one of your many misadventures. Your parents were always busy. They had very little time for you and your brothers, instead you were mostly raised by Dalia, the nursemaid of the household. A tall woman in her 30s originating from the Eastern Sanctuaries. In your memories she was alright, but something always felt 'off' about her... Your parents were fresh aristocrats in the Bremen Empire. Despite being highly thought of, they were outsiders among the noble for they had risen to power by their own means and thus didn't have strong roots among the other blue blood of Bremen. This proved out to be a problem when tensions within Bremen borders were rising with different factions rising to prominence around the country. The situation looked bad for your family as you didn't have strong lineage to back you up. When the time came to throw someone at the wolves to please the general public, the Sauer family was the first to go. Certain populist factions were able to agitate the common people to start riots and a huge mob headed towards your family manor. In a hurry your parents gave you to Dalia's safe keeping and told her to leave the country. They would look you up when things had settled down. Or that's at least what Dalia told you afterwards. You were still a bit young to remember properly. But you could've sworn that Dalia never consulted your parents about your departure. In your memories Dalia just flat out kidnapped you. Whatever the case, you and Dalia traveled to Jettaiah, the capital of the Eastern Sanctuaries, recently named Eastern Union after they joined forces with the Voroniyan Republic. The culture shock was quite drastic, you had never seen such poverty and such riches, side by side in the street view. All the unfamiliar sounds and scents from spice vendors that circled your automobile... It was all too much for you as you were growing restless by the minute. Dalia struggled to contain you as you opened the car door and jumped out of the moving vehicle.

• Convince passersby that you've been kidnapped

  You learned Persuade! Despite the language barrier, you managed to convince some of the people of your distress. Once Dalia came following with her excuses, she had a lot of convincing to do to get the people give you back to her. Dalia tried to assure you that you had nothing to worry about, but once again she gave that 'off' feeling. You didn't know what it was, but you seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to judging people's character and honesty. But there was not much you could do. You were still considered just a child after all.
• Run through the crowded streets and hide

  You learned Escape plan! You threaded through the crowds quickly and gracefully. All the years of playing tag with your brothers paid off. You shook off Dalia with ease. However once the evening came and you grew hungry, you weren't so certain about your plan anymore. You heard Dalia yell for you tirelessly even after all these hours. You decided to give yourself in and reveal your location. You were still just a child after all, what were you going to do instead? Dalia tried to assure you that you had nothing to worry about, but once again she gave that 'off' feeling. You didn't know what it was, but you seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to judging people's character and honesty.

So you ended up living with Dalia in a rather decent looking building. She was cashing cheques to maintain your lifestyle. Dalia's version of the truth was that your parents were looking after you by sending money, but you had a feeling that it was just ransom money Dalia kept spending. It wasn't all bad though. Growing up in the Eastern Union gave you some perspective at the very least. The way the local authority oppressed the locals made you wary of those in power. In your teenage years you started spending more time with various civil rights organizations that were active in Jettaiah. During one of the weekly protests the local army decided to make an example of your group. Without mercy the armored officers pummeled brutally those in the first rows of the demonstration.

• Help those who were wounded

  Lucky you had prepared for situations like this and you had various first aid item with you. You got 4 Cloth fragmnents and 2 Blue vials! You tried to bandage one of your unconscious comrades, but the army officers reached you in no time and proceeded to beat you to the ground.
• Grab a pistol from one of the officers and defend yourself

  You got a Lugr Pistol and 6 9mm Bullets! You noticed an unconscious army officer on the ground. You picked up his pistol in a hurry, pointed the gun at the opposing forces and shot. You managed to hit one of the officers, but you only managed to shoot his thigh. In return he answered your fire with fire and shot you in the abdomen. You fell down immediately. The pain was excruciating.
• Run away

  You learned Escape plan! You were able to push through the panicking masses that were all trying to escape from the narrow streets. You knew these alleys well and in no time you got back to you flat where you resided with Dalia.

Unfortunately a foreigner like yourself stood out in the protest and soon you had army officers at your doorway. With great force they pushed you on the ground which knocked you out immediately. You woke up in the hospital. There were people from the Bremen embassy waiting for you to wake up. Apparently the protest had gained some publicity and they had noticed you on a television. You explained your situation to them and they took you in their custody. Soon you were already on a plane flight headed back to Bremen. You were returned to your mother and her new husband. The rioting mobs had burned down your family manor all those years ago and your father had died during the unrest. You never heard of Dalia again, but apparently she had indeed kidnapped you and you were living off of ransom money your new stepfather had barely been able to put together. Your sixth sense seemed to be working as intended. Your turbulent life had left a mark in you and you had trouble staying still for too long. Instead of settling down properly, you became a journalist at a very young age. The situation in Bremen seemed very suspicious to you. A mysterious person only known as 'Kaiser' was appointed the chancellor of the Bremen Empire without any prior involvement in the country's politics. He had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and taken control of the whole country. Kaiser was partly responsible for what happened to your father as it was him who had been riling up people against the nobility of the country. But it wasn't just that. You also got major 'off' vibes from this person. That's why you dug deep to uncover his past. Nothing seemed to make sense though. There were connections between Kaiser and a so-called secret society called 'The New Gods', but that started to sound like a petty conspiracy theory the more you read into it. Still, your sixth sense was tingling. The New Gods were a group that had been talked about since the Cruel Ages of history. They were the typical secret society, controlling different nations from behind the the curtain and puppeteering those seemingly in power. There were several people in modern global politics linked to this group. The more you investigated the subject, the more it started to look as if this group was behind the last two great wars that had ravaged the world. Something big was definitely brewing in Europa... When Kaiser occupied Prehevil, the capital of Bohemia only to shortly after make a truce with the Eastern Union - that's when your alarm bells started to ring loud. Something was definitely 'off'. You decided to take off and travel to Bohemia yourself. With this long trip ahead of you, how did you prepare for the trip?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Stock up on self-defense items

  You managed to buy Lugr Pistol, 5 9mm Bullets and a Fencing gambeson !
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!

You've felt tense since the moment you embarked on this journey. Every night you'd see nightmares of the horrors that would wait you in Prehevil... Are they just dreams? You can't help but feel that there is more to the dreams than mere logic would dictate.

The events of Prehevil shook you to the core. Suddenly many things in life felt meaningless against this overwhelming realization of what hides behind the veil between the known and the unknown. As you returned back to civilization, you understood that your experiences would sound like ramblings of a mad man if you ever tried to put them down on paper. You need proof before you could open your mouth. You had witnessed the rumors about the New Gods and Kaiser in real life. You knew they were real. This was half the job already. Now you only needed to convince the rest of the world of this forbidden information. This goal helped you get by each day. You needed clear goals to block the dread out of your mind. You started digging. Like you had always done. Sooner or later you would get to the root of things. It remains to be seen whether your sanity will withstand th true or not...

Prehevil. It's your hometown, even if it has a tainted past painted all around its narrow alleyways. The painful memories would start from that one night... Your parents were arguing downstairs. The argument would heat up, like always, and it would turn into a fight. Your mother charged inside your room in desperation. She locked the door and pushed it with all her might. First the odor of old vodka carried over to your room, then you heard your father's heavy steps walk up the stairs. Your father started bashing down the door.

• Pray for a god

  Which god?

  • Gro-goroth

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.
  • Sylvian

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.
  • Alll-mer

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.
  • The moon god

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.
  • Vinushka

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.
  • The god of fear and hunger

    The gods didn't answer to your prayers this time, but you made a pact with the said god for life.

With your mother gone and your father drinking in the gutter, you were taken to the Prehevil orphanage. The place treated children awfully and all kinds of rumours circulated on why kids would disappear occasionally without a trace. You couldn't wait to get out of there as soon as possible. Unfortunately your wishes were answered sooner than you could've guessed. When the second great war started, the Eastern Union recruited every able-bodied person no matter the age to fight for the motherland. You were only 13 at the time, but still they dragged you with them. What kind of weaponry did you specialize in?

• Pistols

  You got Lugr Pistol and 10 9mm Bullets!
• Rifles

  You got Rifle .303 Mk I and 4 .303 Ammo!
• Trenchguns

  You got 12-gauge Trenchgun and 3 12-gauge shells!

You excelled on the battlefield despite your age. However you grew bitter as you saw younger and younger kids being recruited and killed as the war dragged on. By this time you were already responsible for your own squad of child soldiers. You were given a mission meant for expendables, one that would be a guaranteed suicide mission. You were already growing tired of the haphazard way of distributing troops and the general morale of the Eastern Union army was starting to show its cracks...

• Take the mission and fulfil your duty

  You survived the mission despite impossible odds. This increased your proficiency in your branch of weaponry. (Pistol) You learned Gunslinger! (Rifle) You learned Marksmanship! (Trenchgun) You learned Executioner! Unfortunately the mission had its toll on you as well. Your psyche couldn't handle all the losses on the battlefield. So you had to take opioids to ease the pain. You formed an addiction. You got Heroin and withdrawl symptoms!
• Abandon the sinking ship

You couldn't stand up for this any longer and became a deserter. The Eastern Union wouldn't forgive such crimes, so you had to pack up wisely for your escape...

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Stock up on ammo

  (Pistol) You managed to find 4 9mm Bullets! (Rifle) You managed to find 3 .303 Ammo! (Trenchgun) You managed to find 2 12-gauge shells!
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!

How long has it been? Feels like a lifetime since you left the town... It's not a place anyone would want to return to, but when you got no other place in this world, you are left with no options...

After the events that transpired in your home town, there was no looking back anymore. It was for the better. You were forced to cut all your ties to the past. It was liberating. You were finally free. ...Or that's how it felt for the first few weeks at least. Slowly everything you had witnessed stared to weigh on you. To push back all the missery and horrors, you drifted from one place to another. Never growing roots in any specific place. Always on the run so you wouldn't have to confront the past... You'd arrive in a new city, in a new country, do whatever work you got for a while until the events of Prehevil started to invade your nightmares once again. That's when you knew it was time to go once again. Maybe one day you'd get far enough so the past couldn't follow you anymore? Or maybe the past would finally catch up to you?

For the majority of your life you've only known the streets of the Vatican City. This is actually the first time in your life you're travelling this far from those narrow and crowded alleyways. Things don't look that fancy elsewhere. Travelling is overrated you think to yourself. In your earliest memories you remember spending time with your parents, but then suddenly you just didn't have parents anymore. You can't remember what happened, but from one point onwards it was just you and your sister against the world. You were still only ten years old but you had to make a living somehow...

• Become a pickpocket

  You learned Steal! The Vatican City was full of streets kids similar to you and in no time you learned the tricks of the trade. You tried your hand in pickpocketing. It worked for some time, but too often you got caught in the act which resulted in you getting beaten up.
• Become a burglar

  You learned Lockpicking! The Vatican City was full of streets kids similar to you and in no time you learned the tricks of the trade. You tried your hand in breaking into apartments and stealing all the valuables you could carry. It worked for some time, but too often you got caught in the act which resulted in you getting beaten up.
• Try to lead a honest life

  You tried different odd jobs. The only thing common with all of them was that eventually you messed things up and got fired. Still you were able to save up 10 Shillings!

The streets schooled you hard, but as you grew older you noticed that you started to tower over those who bullied you before. If someone still tried to do you dirty, you were quickly able to give them a taste of your justice. Because of your size and skills in fighting, you started to attract attention of local street gangs that tried to recruit you as their muscle. This never sounded right to you. You had been extorted of your measly salaries too many times. You didn't want to do the same to anyone. But turning down small-time criminals only got you to further trouble. Almost every other night you'd end up in street fights. At one point you realized that you were doing more fighting than actual work, not to mention that's where you got most of your money too. You started to consider fighting as your job. Maybe it would be worth investing into it more? You started to work out more regularly and follow a strict regimen.

• Train strength

  You tried to train your explosive power so your strikes would pack more punch. You started doing more push-ups, you used animal carcasses as punching bags at the local butcher where you worked part-time, you climbed fire escape ladders instead of using stairs and so on... You managed to increase your strength with a couple of levels in the end.
• Bulk up in mass

  You thought that bulking up could make you more resistant to punches. So you started eating like a bear, at least tripling your calorie intake. That combined with lifting weights (the sofa at your apartment), dragging horse carriages with your body along with other resistance exercises proved to have obvious effects. You managed to increase your defence with a couple of levels in the end.
• Improve your footwork

  You thought that swift feet would prove useful in boxing ring. It wouldn't matter how hard one would punch, if that punch never connects. You spiced up your boxing drills by tying sand bags to your arms and feet. Every time you started to get used to the weights, you'd double the bags. You didn't really feel the change until you finally dropped the weights and noticed how light and lighting fast your movements were without the additional baggage. Your agility leveled up at least twice during all that.
• Train your stamina

  You started your days by running the Tiberian river upstream. 'The ten thousand steps of penitence' located at the heart of the city also became familiar to you. Day and night you'd be running those stairs up and down. In the end your stamina did increase and in following fights you could easily take one or two more hits than before.

You were doing alright in fights, so much so that you started to build a little reputation on the streets. In no time you moved on to underground boxing rings where there was more money on the table and less danger of the opponent pulling a knife in the middle of a match. While you were busy in the ring, your sister had grown into a beautiful young woman who attracted all kinds of admirers. It would have meant trouble if it wasn't for your mean reputation. Most low life thugs on the streets knew that they'd have to answer to you if they tried anything dodgy. That didn't mean that there weren't those who tried. She started to get close with a known mobster Riccardo Accardo. He was the heir to the Accardo branch of The Family. The Family was an organized body of criminals operating in the Vatican City. In all intents and purposes The Family was a mafia, but they also had deep ties to the church which in turn was running the country. So it was a bit more complicated... Despite being a mobster, Riccardo seemed decent enough. He had a flirtatious and flattering way of speaking and in general got along with everyone. He took notice in your skills and tried to casually recruit you to their ranks. You politely declined the offer. Since you didn't take the offer, Riccardo had another one on the platter - He proposed that he'd hook you up with a real boxing trainer to get you to the next level. You again declined, but your sister insisted that you'd at least try it out. You agreed. Things started to feel more professional the second you stepped inside the gym. The trainer, an elderly gentleman who had an impressive record of previous apprentices, was impressed by your raw skills. He thought that the best way to push you further would be to choose where to specialize.

• Specialize in accuracy

  You learned Bare-fisted proficiency!
• Specialize in evasion

  You learned Bob and weave!
• Specialize in defence

  You learned Perfect guard!
• Specialize in offence

  You learned Adrenaline rush!

His methods proved effective. Soon you had your first real bout in the ring and won the match with relative ease. Your sister and Riccardo were there to congratulate you. You continued with your winning streak. The hype around you was growing, slowly even you started to believe the hype. Riccardo was able to organize big matches one after another. You started spending more time inside The Family quarters with Riccardo and your sister. Without noticing it you had been pulled into the criminal world. What started as helping out a friend, became a more frequent occurrence. Soon Riccardo showed his true colours as well. He had been building you up for a fated boxing match. Apparently your next opponent was a former family member who had cut all ties to the organization. Your job was to kill him in a boxing match. You politely declined. But at this point there was no turning back. Riccardo reminded that he got your sister back at his flat and she'd feel it in her skin if you didn't comply. You didn't know what to do. Soon you found yourself in the ring with the ex-family member and the bell rang. He was a tough opponent but you managed to get the best of him. You were able to counter one of his attacks with a knock out hit. Things moved in slow motion as you saw Riccardo in your corner nodding with a sly smile. You followed up your hit with another, and another, and another. You didn't even stop when the man hit the ground. The referee had to pull you away with all he got before you stopped. The damage had already been done. You had killed a person. You were devastated by all this, but kept it all inside. This was only the beginning. Riccardo had plenty of dirty work for you to do and at this point he had plenty of leverage too. Your sister being the last resort everytime you hesitated. Things had to change.

• Get rid of Riccardo

  You learned Killing intent! Riccardo was wary of you. He seemed to sense your killing intent from miles away and that's why he avoided seeing you alone to the best of his abilities. He was too cocky to consider you a serious threat though. As if he had you under his thumb. That proved out to be a grave mistake. For him. You were to meet Riccardo and a dozen of his henchmen at a local club to discuss another one of your many tasks. You had been waiting for an opportunity to see him alone, but that opportunity never presented itself. 'Fair enough' you thought. The moment you got to a punching distance, Riccardo had a split-second realization of what was happening before you knocked him off his feet. The little rat tried to slither away but you grabbed him by his throat and kept slamming him on the floor until he stopped moving. In your rage you lifted him up and threw him over the railing. He fell from the second floor to the center of the club's dance floor. You saw him fall head first to the ground. You had succeeded in what you set out to do. Getting out of the club was secondary. You had to fight through a mob of Riccardo's goons. Somehow you made it out from the backdoor with only minor injuries and ran away as fast as you could.
• Get your sister and flee the country

  You learned Escape plan! You couldn't find your sister anywhere. Calling her telephone, nothing. You started to suspect that Riccardo had suspected something like this and sent your sister somewhere. You were left with no choice but to confront Riccardo. Riccardo was wary of you. He seemed to sense your killing intent from miles away and that's why he avoided seeing you alone to the best of his abilities. He was too cocky to consider you a serious threat though. As if he had you under his thumb. That proved out to be a grave mistake. For him. You were to meet Riccardo and a dozen of his henchmen at a local club to discuss another one of your many tasks. You had been waiting for an opportunity to see him alone, but that opportunity never presented itself. 'Fair enough' you thought. The moment you got to a punching distance, Riccardo had a split-second realization of what was happening before you knocked him off his feet. The little rat tried to slither away but you grabbed him by his throat and kept slamming him on the floor until he stopped moving. In your rage you lifted him up and threw him over the railing. He fell from the second floor to the center of the club's dance floor. You saw him fall head first to the ground. You had succeeded in what you set out to do. Getting out of the club was secondary. You had to fight through a mob of Riccardo's goons. Somehow you made it out from the backdoor with only minor injuries and ran away as fast as you could.

You ran away from the crime scene. The problem was that now both the Family and the law enforcement of the city were after you. Just then you received a phone call from your sister. She had been sent to Riccardo's summer villa in the country of Valland some days prior. You explained the situation to her and the two of you decide to meet up in the country of Rondon. There was no possibility of you living in Vatican City anymore. You had to act fast before the police would catch up on you. What did you take with you before leaving the city?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You took 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Stock up on food

  You took 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!
• Take your luxury products with you

  You took a syringe of Heroin and some Pep pills with you!

You took the first train that left the country. The destination was an obscure little town called Prehevil in the country of Bohemia. You had no idea where that place was, but you figured you could plan your trip better once you got there...

The city of Prehevil was meant to be just a stepping stone on your path to greener pastures. Instead it turned out to be a place that shaped the very person you ended up becoming. Your sister was waiting for you in the Kingdom of Rondon, that was the plan. She welcomed you unknowing of the horrors you had witnessed on your way there. You never spoke of your experiences, even if those events ate you up every night as you laid down to sleep. People walked the streets of Rondon every day without knowing what was lurking in the shadows of every dark corner of the world. It was better that way. It was better that they didn't know how helpless they truly were against the cosmic horrors out there. But you could help them prepare if they ever had to come face to face with anything of that nature. You started running a boxing gym with your expertise. The attendees would step inside in hopes of learning how to defend against common street thugs, but they would step outside ready to face the unknown. Saving people's lives like this even alleviated some of your inner guilt. You had taken lives of many, but maybe you could finally give something back as well.

You were born into the church of Alll-mer. For many generations your lineage took part in the most wicked of rituals only to appease gods of a forgotten age. A life of a dark priest is a cruel one even if modern times overlooked the most archaic and ancient rites. A dark priest's life begins and ends in full dedication to the older gods. There is no place for self in the church. You mother had different plans for you. She didn't want you to go down the path that would befall to every firstborn son in church. So when she finally let your father know of your birth, she told him a daughter was born to the household. You were dressed accordingly. Your distant and often absent father didn't get a wind of the original nature of things, or he just denied what was in front of his face. In either case, the subject was never brought up. As you grew a little bit older, you didn't question this either. Everything felt natural this way, so who cares? You grew up at the churchyard in the city of Prehevil. You started your religious studies at a fairly young age. You were given an option to choose which studies you would pursue - Something completely unheard of if you had been a firstborn son of a dark priest.

• Study occultism

  You learned Engrave!
• Study alchemy

  You got the books Alchemillia vol.1 and Alchemillia vol.2!
• Study blood magic

  You learned Necromancy!

You proved out to have great talent as an occultist and slowly even the holy city of Vatican and their Ministry of Darkness heard about your feats. You were offered a scholarship at the Vatican City to further educate yourself. You took the position without hesitation. Just the idea of getting away from your condescending and stuck up father was enough to make the decision, not to mention the obvious benefits the Vatican City would have to offer. Your home town wasn't exactly a bustling metropolis. Your mother was very proud of you. She always was. Your father on the other hand seemed jealous of you. Your father had always been antagonistic towards you and your pursuits. You were not sure if it had something to do with your origin or if there was something else left unsaid... At the Ministry of Darkness, Vatican City - In the initiation ceremony all the new student would have to choose an older god that they'd let inside them. Who did you choose?

• Gro-goroth

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.
• Sylvian

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.
• Alll-mer

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.
• The moon god

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.
• Vinushka

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.
• The god of fear and hunger

  You affliction with the said god grew greatly.

Everything was going well with your studies until one day you got a letter from home. It was written by your father. This was very strange. You didn't have any contact with him since your departure. The letter told that your mother had passed away. The words were cold and without sympathy. You tried calling your home but the telephone exchange couldn't connect to any phone in the Prehevilian area. You had a suspicion that your father had something to do with this. He had always been too obsessed with the blood magic and you had learned that there were too many rites that demanded the blood of your loved ones to work. There was no other way. You had to prepare for a trip back home, to Prehevil. How did you prepare for the travels?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Get something to read

  You get [random skin bible]!
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!

How long has it been? Feels like a lifetime since you left the town...

You didn't have any burden left from your old life. It was a bitter sweet feeling. Your ties to your family and past were severed thanks to the traumatic events that transpired in Prehevil. The thought of returning to Vatican City to continue your studies didn't sound appealing. Not after everything you had seen. Some things were not meant for humans to meddle with. As years went on, you drifted all the way to the country of Valland and found yourself settling down in the red light district of the capital. You had trouble fitting in with regular people who were unaware of the greater scheme of things, but from the people that inhabited the red light district you found kindred spirits. Everyone carried baggage there and no one judged no one. Occult skills helped you make friends easily and there were many ways you could make a living there with the help of little magic. Things were pretty nice actually. Now if you could tell who this photobombing person was... She has been trying to make friends with you for the longest time... Pretty annoying.

You were born and raised in the raging heats of Abyssonia. The continent with a long history embedded with chaos and warring factions. Those fools. The people around you waged wars over ancient disputes and grudges started by long gone ancestors. But that is how it had always been. The people of Abyssonia held ancestors and their spirits on a godlike pedestal. But it's not like it was any better in the north, in the continent of Europa. Those fools worshipped ancient deities that none of them had ever even seen with their own eyes. And they certainly had their disputes as well. A Great War after another. What's worse, their disputes didn't stay within their borders. They dragged everyone into their mess. They had set their eyes on Abyssonia now because of its strategic position in securing an access to oil and other raw materials from the east. It was only a matter of time before their troops would march on your land. You were not going to die because some faceless puppeteers chose to focus their magnifying glasses on your home country this time. Despite your young age, you decided to leave. Your siblings and mother would mourn your departure. They wanted you to have something to remember them by.

• Take your family Chac chac

  You took the Chac chac with you.
• Take your father's memento, Soul stone

  You took the Soul stone with you. It was said to hold your father's spirit in it.

You had considered yourself as successfully dead inside, not swayed by emotions, but it took a lot of effort to convince yourself that you wouldn't miss your family. You still obviously had weaknesses to weed out. You headed to the City of the Sun - Amon to educate yourself on spiritualism and religion. You were no slough physically, but you always considered your intellect your true forte. And just like that you were accepted as an apprentice after some preliminary tests. At the same time news about the Great War closing Abyssonian borders were all they could talk on the radio. Amon was far from the borders and it would probably remain safe for a good while even after a war broke. You figured you'd still have plenty of time to learn at the temple and leave the country before it was too late. At the Temple of Amon you were given a choice to learn various different schools of spiritualism.

• Learn of worship in Europa

  The worship in Europa focused on the older god Alll-mer, but among scholars it wasn't too uncommon to worship even more obscure deities.

  • Learn of Alll-mer

    Your affinity with the Alll-mer grew.
  • Learn of Gro-goroth

    Your affinity with the Gro-goroth grew.
  • Learn of Sylvian

    Your affinity with the Sylvian grew.
  • Learn of God of Fear and Hunger

    Your affinity with the God of Fear and Hunger grew.
  • Learn of Vinushka

    Your affinity with the Vinushka grew.
  • Learn of the Moon God

    Your affinity with the Moon God grew.
• Learn magic from Eastern Sanctuaries

  You learned Pyromancy trick.
• Learn methods of your home country

  You learned Meditation.

You were talented and praised for your quick learning at the temple. But that came as no surprise to you. You knew you were smarter than most of those old geezers. They only possessed knowledge you wanted, once you had that, they served no purpose to you. More time you spent at the temple, more pathetic the priests of Amon started to look in your eyes. Religion in general started to look dubious too after examining how the world functioned. Most religious doctrines were molded to accommodate the current ruling class. Religion was used as a mere tool to control masses more than anything else. Dedicating your life to worship would equal dedicating your life to kings and queens of the time. You had left your home because you didn't want to die fighting someone else's war, so why would you waste your life serving someone else in turn? Around this time you found an old scroll from one of the many Amon libraries. The scroll mentioned an old sect of magical practitioners originating from Eastern Sanctuaries whose world view seemed more appealing to you. 'Yellow mages' differed from your typical priests. Instead of dedicating their lives to worship, gods existed for them. Their force was to be harnessed to further one's own personal growth and agenda. Instead of finding order from the commandments laid out by the older gods, yellow mages reveled in chaos. Chaos was the natural state the world would return to time and time again, so why even try and force it to anything else? You quit at the temple of Amon and decided to head east in pursuit of these 'yellow mages'. You travelled beyond your home continent, ultimately finding yourself at the narrow streets of Eastern Sanctuaries. You got acquainted with the local temples. Even they had adopted the worship of Alll-mer as their main religion. Eastern Sanctuaries were no better than the temples of Amon in that regard. If anything, religion was even more prevailevant there and dictated the way people were to live and die. You were looked down upon by the scholars and religious leaders of the area because of your very public opinions. That didn't bother you. You knew better. In time your conviction convinced the facets you wanted. You were approached by a group of travelling mages who wore colourful attires. The yellow mages that were still around in this day and age were reduced to small separate groups wandering around the world to study all fields of the otherwordly. The group saw the potential in you and offered a place among them. You liked what you heard and decided to join the wandering group. What did you specialize in?

• Learn basic techniques

  You learned La Danse Macabre, the traditional dance of the yellow mages that channels otherwordly powers close to you.
• Learn more advanced magic

  You learned Hurting.

Your path of learning and self-growth knew no end. Your travels brought you to a small bordertown in Eastern Sanctuaries. There you met a curious person. Hadil Azif, a self-proclaimed wizard from the far east. Despite his pretentious appearance, his family name 'Azif' was well known and even somewhat feared in certain occult circles which gave his claims at least some credibility. He was gathering a group of adventurers to accompany him on a perilious quest. He had inherited a map from his late grandfather that was supposed to lead him to the infamous dungeons of fear and hunger itself. The place used to be a noteworthy location of pilgrimage for many aspiring mages and priests in the distant past. The yellow mages you had spent time with previously told ominous tales about the dungeons as well. Initially you dismissed Azif's talks only to be haunted by the most brutal nightmares on the following night. Something was calling for you. You had to witness the place yourself. You joined the motley crew of adventurers Azif had managed to put together and travelled through war-torn Europa. Most of the crew quit half-way to Rondon because of how difficult it was to cross borders during those chaotic times. The closer to the destination you got, more feverish your dreams became. The remaining members of your ragtag fellowship were visibly sick from stress and otherwordly pressure that had befallen on you the moment you set out on your quest. The breaking point was the day you were to finally arrive at the dungeons. A heavy fog drowned your camp and made navigation impossible. Using compass a did no good as the thing was just spinning circles wildly. Distant growls and howls created unrest. Not that there was any need for that as superstition and constant misfortune had already convinced your fellow travellers that this trip was cursed from the start. Your companions panicked and scattered to the mist. Azif himself had been sick from constant nightmares for half the trip already. You left him curled up in fetus position in his tent and ventured forward on your own...

“I wasn't expecting a worm like you weaseling its way this deep to the dungeons, but I'll take what I get. All earthworms do after all is dig. Your garments... Hmph. Maybe you do have more than a camel's spit in place of your mind, you are a yellow mage are you not?”

You confirmed the suspicions of this beheaded oddity.

“Figures. That is why a measly maggot like yourself could hear my call... Very well... KNEEL BEFORE ME! For I am your master, Nas'hrah the doom and terror of the modern man!”

That name, Nas'hrah... That was a name you were not expecting to hear. It was a name even the yellow mages only talked in the darkest hours of the night. Nas'hrah the harbinger of the burning crusade. Nashrah the bringer of torment. Nashrah the doom and terror of the modern man... The great wizard from the Eastern Sanctuaries went by many names. He indeed was your master. For this beheaded wizard was the one who gave birth to yellow mages and their ideology. Only that had happened over thousand years earlier. There were no records of Nas'hrah for at least 500 years.

“Kueh heh hee. I have a task for you my puny pupil. There is a man I want skinned alive. After that I want to RIP OFF THEIR SPINES! They will slump before me limp and feeble!”

Your master seemed to be surprisingly up to date with the twists and turns the world had taken since his absence. He had a mission for you. As a yellow mage you were supposed to follow your own ambitions and greed, but there was a lot you could learn from this death-defying wizard that could further your knowledge on dark matters greatly... You decided to play along. You were sure that this "terror of the modern man" was perfectly aware of your reasoning too. That was the common relationship between a master yellow mage and their apprentice after all. You were to travel to a small country in the eastern Europa with the beheaded wizard. To a town called Prehevil. Your master promised events of cosmic proportions. The stars were aligned for something big to happen. Something that would turn the tides of the world for good. The head left out details from his story on purpose, but that did little to bother you. You had just jumped to the deep end of the otherwordly world. You couldn't have asked for more. With this little information about the task at hand, how did you prepare for the trip?

• Stock up on medical goods

  You managed to find 2 Blue Vials and a Cloth Fragment!
• Stock up on magical goods

  You managed to find 2 pouches of Tobacco and a Condensed lavender
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meat and a Moldy bread!

You've felt tense since the moment you embarked on this journey. Every night you'd see nightmares of the horrors that would wait you in Prehevil... Whatever the price. The opportunity was too interesting to pass. With mixed feelings you continued onwards.

The only soul that returned from the trip was you...

The cult of sulfur... the followers fo Rher... the church of Alll-mer... Were they any different from yellow mages? They all served someone else ultimately. Your master just happened to be a foul mouthed old rasin whom the time had forgotten. You threw your master into the nearest lake. Maybe some poor bastard will find him there centuries later and be led like a fool on a leash to do their master's bidding. But that was not your part any longer. You returned to Abyssonia, to your homeland. The reason you had left the whole continent was because of the state of worship there. The teachings of Alll-mer had taken over the old beliefs. You had gathered enough knowledge and skills on your travel to rival what the local temple promoted. These lands would follow your teachings in the future. Teachings that would benefit the ones practitioning your way. Not those in power, nor the establishment. One could almost be fooled into thinking this was an altruistic act. Of course in true yellow mage manner, you'd be the one on the top of the pyramid this time around.

The soothing sound of the railtracks... You are not used to such peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. You can't help but let your mind wander. You reminisce what has lead you to this point in life...

You remember moths, blue moths - blue noctuid moths to be precise. That is your first memory as a child. You and your twin sister sitting in the backyard, illuminated by the cold blue hue of the moon. Instances where it was just the two of you, sharing a moment, were rare. That is probably why those moments matter you the most. You and your twin sister were born at the strike of midnight, at the turning point of months. Thus you were born with different birthsigns. One was born with a shadowed soul and one with a radiating soul. Since that moment it was evident that the two of you would lead very different paths in life. Just as predicted, you were the polar opposites of each other from very early on. You were fragile and weak in build, whereas your sister Reila was an active and adventurous child that could have easily been an athlete if she just chose so. You stuck indoors reading books for the most of your time. Your sister spent her time outside making friends with other kids of the neighbourhood. Despite your differences, you took solace from each other in the strict religious household you grew up in. One thing was common between the two of you - You both wanted out of the everwatching eye of your parents and their religious dogma. You found escapism from the nature and botanism. Your sister, also being academically gifted, took interest in sciences. She would dedicate her time to new sciences that centered around advanced engineering and top of the line technology. Her taking interest in the academia did irk you a little bit. As if she had stepped into your territory.

• Give in to jealousy and try to outdo her in science

  You decided to not give your sister the satisfaction of being the booksmarts of the family. You snagged her books and tried to catch up to her level. Unfortunately you had no natural knack for the subject and had to force yourself to concentrate. Ultimately you did learn Short circuit! One night your sister noticed you reading through her books. You were afraid of her reaction. Instead she tried to help you understand the charts and diagrams better. Noticing the stark difference between the two of you, you decided to give up on the subject and got back to studying botanism. Getting back to the natural world felt like a relief and you realized that's what you were born to do in this world.
• Stick to botanism

  You decided to concentrate on your own doings instead of giving in to the jealousy and it quickly beared fruit. You learned Undergrowth awareness! While occupying yourself with the world of botanism, your sister would often quietly join your reading sessions burying herself into her own books. Despite your differences, these reading sessions really created a strong bond between the two of you.

During your highschool years a disaster struck. You suffered multiple small strokes in a short period of time and was left bedridden. Naturally you were terrified by what could have been causing this. Your parents first turned to religious healers for aid, but nothing seemed to work. Your sister tried to persuade them to seek out modern doctors, but your parents were slow to react to her pleads. After getting no results your parents finally gave in, but it was too late at that point. The diagnosis was that you had an abnormality of the spinal cord that affected the blood flow and its supply. You underwent a long operation in hopes of fixing the issue, but unfortunately things didn't go well and you were bound for wheelchair for the unseeable future. If something had been done sooner, maybe things could've been different... What followed was an intense period during which you tried many different medical treatments, all for nothing. There was no escaping the wheelchair. Your legs did have some minor function, but they were left far too weak to carry your weight properly. The world felt like such an unfair and hostile place after all you had gone through. All this just further created contrast between you and your sister. You couldn't help but be envious of her. Her life seemed to roll forward without hiccups of any kind whereas you struggled with each step you took quite literally. Nevertheless, the two of you continued if not on the same path, then on the same lane at the very least as you both entered the same university in Bremen. Naturally you were studying botanism and natural sciences and your sister studied new computer sciences and engineering. You both were tremendously relieved. You had finally moved out of your parents' sphere of influence. Like always, you and Reila were the polar opposites. Why would have things been any different in the university? You had trouble getting acquainted with other students, but your sister on the other hand was already leading the student council and was even getting very familiar with one of the university professors.

• Try to steal the affection of the professor

  Seeing how Reila and your professor exchanged looks made jealously rear its ugly head once again. Not giving the two a chance to meet up, you insisted that the professor would come for a dinner with you. You had some important things to discuss... The professor, while a little confused, did accept to your invitation. The only problem was that you had never cooked in your life. Lucky you had the university library at your disposal. You get Recipes of the 15th Century! But alas, your social skills being what they were, nothing came out of it. It seemed like the professor and your sister were destined to end up together.
• Just concentrate in your own studies

  You learned Advanced Botanism! Just as you expected, your sister and the professor had an obvious connection. You were not sure whether you felt jealous for the fact that your sister garnered the attention from the opposite sex or that someone else was forming a connection with her. Either way, you didn't think too much about it. It wasn't all bad anyway as you made good friends with the professor through your sister.
• Expose the professor to his superiors

Your student life continued smoothly, you were constantly ranked top of your class and the nature seemed to lift its veil of secrets the further you got in your studies. Your sister did even better at school. Apparently she was practically a genius in her field. She took part in a special student exchange program between the Bremen Empire and the Eastern Union. She would get to see the world, while you were stuck on your laurels. Nothing new there you pondered. In any case, the time had come for you to choose where you would specialize in your botanical studies.

• Specialize in folkloristic side of botanism

  You get the Skin bible - Vinushka!
• Specialize in toxicology

  You learned Toxicology!

You graduated, started your own research in botanism while also working at the biggest greenhouse in Bremen. What should've been a brand new start in life felt more like you falling into place to gather moss. Living your life through your sister's amazing tales. Her research abroad seemed to open many doors for her. The Eastern Union hired her to work in top secret facilities around the central Europa. You would receive letters from her frequently, always from a different country. She could never fully reveal what she worked on, but she did say that despite working for the army, her inventions would be for the better of mankind, not for war. It all sounded incredible and you were genuinely happy for her. Really. Only the letters came to a halt all of a sudden. You wouldn't hear from Reila for months. After 6 months, your parents got information that Reila had been accused of treason. She had committed serious crimes against Bremen Empire. That's at least the official story. By the time you heard of this she had already been in an undisclosed Bremen prison for months. You felt helpless. There wasn't much you could do. The next time you heard of her was when you read news about a terrorist group called 'Nameless Liberty Underground' breaking her free from prison. What had your sister gotten herself into? A terrorist organization? The news really bothered you. You had definitely heard of the 'Nameless Liberty Underground' before. But where...? Then you remembered it. The professor Reila had been seeing during her school years had mentioned the organization in a passing comment.

If you exposed the professor before:

You investigated where the professor had gone after getting fired from the university only to find out that he had been executed several months prior. He too had been accused of treason and had been sentenced to be hanged in the middle of a battlefield. Something weird was definitely going on.

If you didn't expose him:

You returned to the university to confront the professor. Only to find out that he had been executed several months prior. He too had been accused of treason and had been sentenced to be hanged in the middle of a battlefield. Something weird was definitely going on.

You got to search through his office and found several letters from Reila. Apparently the two had been in a letter correspondence long after Reila had graduated. In the last letter from her, Reila had cryptic writings about 'a cube'. Eastern Union had been 'desperately trying to replicate the cube, but to no avail'. Whatever that meant. Reila was worried that 'the operation in Prehevil' was what Kaiser of Bremen Empire was after. 'There is still time before he could get here. I still have time.' Those were Reila's last words. Upon further investigation you found out that Prehevil was a medium sized city in the country of Bohemia. That is the last known location of your sister. And that is where you decided to head without delay. With a real adventure ahead of you, how did you prepare for the trip?

• Find something to read for your travels

  You managed to find the Alchemillia vol.1!
• Stock up on herbs

  You managed to find 2 Green herbs, 2 Blue herbs, 2 Lavenders and a Red herb!
• Stock up on food

  You managed to find 2 Dried meats and a Moldy bread!

You've felt tense since the moment you embarked on this journey. Every night you'd see nightmares of the horrors that would wait you in Prehevil... Are they just dreams? You can't help but feel that there is more to the dreams than mere logic would dictate.

Something good actually came from your traumatic experiences in Prehevil. It did take years of therapy to realize this, but slowly you understood what you were truly capable of. You were the champion of Termina. You. In your wheelchair and all. Somehow you were the sole survivor in what took place in that godforsaken backwaters town. You also started to feel the spirit of your sister as years went on. She was accompanying you everywhere you went. You never fully understood what happened to her, but she followed you every step of the way since you two left that wicked city. You gained courage and confidence from that ordeal. Whith that newly found confidence you set out on the most remote locations in the world to study their flora and fauna. You had learned that nature took care of you no matter where you went. You don't have limitations of human body anymore. For the first time in your life, you felt true freedom.